Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  "That's how I like it too, Mila." I hiss quietly in her ear. "Let me taste you, Mila. After that, I'll stop. Unless you show me you want more." I try reasoning with her and it seems to calm her a little bit. Or maybe she's just getting tired of trying to push me away. She's not very strong and she had been putting up a fairly good struggle for a while. "Open your thighs, let me kiss your kitty."

  I support most of my weight with my knees, one on either side of her. I grab her right hand with my left hand. Clasping her hand, I pin her arm back on the pillows above her head. With my right hand, I reach down to her center and discover that she's unclamped her thighs but she hasn't exactly volunteered them open. I dig my hand between the folds of her pussy lips and thighs. I slip my middle finger into her cunt. Fuck. She is extremely tight.

  "Mila, are you a virgin, baby?" My finger feels like it's popping this girl's cherry.

  "No," Mila replies weakly. "I've had sex before." She stares off to the side of room, avoiding my eyes as if she's embarrassed to not be a virgin yet have such a tiny snatch.

  "Goddamn...Mila," I kiss the side of her face and breathe in more of her flowery citrus scent. "A tight pussy is a good thing, girl. A very good thing..." I trail off as I re-concentrate on finger fucking her cunt. Wetness is accumulating on my finger and I'm able to maneuver my finger around more. I'm determined to make this girl climax and hear her beg to be banged until she cums again.

  I loosen my grip on her hand to see if she'll try to struggle free. She doesn't, but keeps looking off to the side. I slowly slide down her body and spend some time sucking on her pretty tits. I suck her nipples until they harden into little buttons. Mila doesn't utter a sound until I kiss down her belly and sternly pull her thighs apart.

  "David, please..." Mila finally looks at me and her eyes are imploring me to stop.

  I hold her gaze the entire time I lower my face down to her wet center. My mouth explores every crevice and corner, I suck and nibble, and finally I start to plunge my tongue in and out of her hot pussy. I re-find her clit and suck it while rhythmically penetrating her with my middle finger. I can feel the little ridges inside her hole that indicate her g-spot. I graze it repeatedly with my finger. I can hear her breathing getting faster and her legs easily stay open on their own. I feel her reach down and lightly hold the sides of my head, further guiding me into her center. By now, she's a horny little bitch that can't hold back any longer. I bring Mila to orgasm and she lets out a long sweet moan as her pussy walls contract and twitch. One of her hands releases my head and she rests it over her heart region, where major thumping is occurring. Before she can fully come down from her high, I start bringing her back up with more clit sucking and g-spot stimulation. Mila spreads herself wide open and tilts her pussy upwards to meet my hungry mouth. She massages her own tits and she tries to fight the sensation, but she's helpless and succumbs to a second climax.

  "Oh god, David..."Mila breathes heavily. "Oh, David, please yes..."

  Before, she was pleading with me to stop. Now, she's begging me to continue. So I continue to lick her snatch and casually push one finger into her butt.

  Mila's eyes immediately shoot open and she tries to sit up. "David, wait, oh god... I don't want that, David." Mila realizes that the more she sits up, the deeper my finger penetrates her most private hole. When she leans back on the pillows, I slow down how fast I'm pumping her little asshole.

  There's something about a woman's asshole that is so alluring. Most girls I've fucked don't want me to touch it, but when I do, they become sopping wet. Mila was no different. Her pussy juices started flowing relentlessly.

  "You like that, Mila." It was more of an observation than a question. "You're so wet, baby."

  Mila's eyes are averted again, but she is making a sound that is partly from pleasure and partly from shame. Before pulling my finger out, I use my other hand to drag down my boxers. I move into an upright position and sit back on my heels. My dick springs free. It bobs in the air, fully erect and ready to fuck. Mila looks at me when I remove my finger from her ass. She glances worriedly at my long, thick black cock but she doesn't say anything and she doesn't move.

  I grab myself and position the head at the entrance of her cunt. To be honest, I'm not sure if it will fit. Mila is drenched, which will help. However, I will still need to force myself inside. I press my cockhead against her pussy lips and start to push into her tiny snatch.

  Mila cries out loudly from the immense amount of pressure exerted on her cunt walls. "David, stop, it hurts, stop." Mila begins to twist away from me.

  I ignore her and grab her smooth legs. I pull them open wider and tether her to my waist by continuing to sink every inch of my pipe into her. I savor watching her little slut hole get completely plugged by a monster black cock.

  "Yeah, Mila...that's right," I mutter more to myself than to her really. "How's that cock feel? It's splittin' you in half, ain't it?"

  Mila has her eyes closed and she's biting her lower lip. She just whimpers an imperceptible response.

  I slide my cock completely out and then plunge it in again, forcefully pushing her pussy walls apart once more. Mila gasps and then bites her lip again, moaning behind a closed mouth. I repeatedly penetrate her in this fashion, each time going a little faster and deeper. Her pussy is dripping wet and, despite her tightness, my dick sloppily plummets each time into her gut.

  I want to feel what it's like to lay on top of her, so I lower myself down parallel to her body. I'm so much larger than her that it requires she spread her legs even wider to accommodate me. I kiss her mouth, cheek, and neck but she doesn't return the kisses. Then I swing my hips inward and drive my thick rod into her body. I feel her body jolt and she finally opens her mouth and lets out a small pleasure scream. I feel her tensing and bracing herself for the next stabbing, so I give her what she's waiting for. I start to roughly thrust in and out of her cunt. My strokes are rapid and deep. Mila's moans and little screams get louder and less controlled. I think at this point Mila realizes that she's helpless and starts to simply accept the fuck session she is receiving. I feel her biting my shoulder and scratching my back with her little manicured nails. Just to remind her who's boss, I sweep both her arms above her head and use one of my hands to pin both of her wrists together. She's pinned to the bed as I continue to ram her tight twat.

  "You're mine, Mila, and I'll fuck you until I'm done with you." I suck her neck until I see a hickie forming. My cock continues to smash into her cunt. I shove my tongue into her warm mouth. I honestly feel like an animal and I can't control my instincts. I want to hear Mila beg for my cock. Beg like a dirty whore. I pull my tongue out of her mouth and move my lips to her ear. "Tell me you want to take some cock from behind."

  Mila's pleasurable cries are temporarily interrupted. To my surprise, she whispers, "Take me from behind, David."

  "Say you want to be on all fours for me, Mila." I breathe heavily into her ear, continuing to pump her with my pole. "Tell me how much you want me to bend you over."

  "David, I want you to bend me over like I'm your little slut. I want to get on my hands and knees and let you fuck my pussy." Mila sexily murmurs this into my ear and I almost nut inside her cunt.

  All it takes are a couple swift movements and I have Mila's gorgeous naked body on all fours, ready to be fucked doggystyle. Her ass is absolutely perfect. Her knees are generously spread allowing me a full view of her now stretched out twat and her tiny puckered butthole.

  "Fuck me, David..." Mila quietly requests, pushing her ass up towards me.

  I promptly take her offering, grab hold of her tiny waist, and dive into her snatch. I am merciless as I force every inch inside her, no matter how much she bucks and yelps. As I close in on my own climax, I'm fucking Mila senseless and I'm loving every moment of watching her bear my huge cock.

  At last, I let myself spew the biggest load I've ever blown onto her perfect little ass cheeks. Mila's butt is covered in my cum when I finally let her hips go
and she collapses like a rag doll on the bed.

  I fall down beside her and watch her as I catch my breath. Mila still looks incredibly sexy to me. My eyes start to close. I'm extremely tired and thirsty. However, as I predicted, my seemingly insatiable hunger for this girl is finally gone.

  The End.

  At the Hotel

  He pushed through the doors at the front entrance. The staff at the front desk were busy assisting other guests and didn't notice him enter. He walked through the lobby and spotted the elevator. As he pressed the call button, one of the elevators dinged and the doors slid open. He stepped inside and hit the button for the floor that she had told him. The elevator rose to her floor without interruptions. He felt his heart beat faster and his skin felt cold. It was a familiar feeling. It always happened in anticipation of seeing her.

  The elevator dinged again as he reached her floor. As he stepped off the elevator he spotted a sign, directing him down the hall to the right. He walked slowly down the hall looking at the room numbers as he went. He found her door and stopped in front of it.

  He could hear noise from inside - it might have been music or noise from the TV. He knocked and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again. This time he heard the noise turn down. Then he heard quick footsteps to the door. The light through the peephole was blocked momentarily. He looked toward the hole and felt her behind the door. He heard the lock snap open.

  She cracked open the door and peeked out.

  He saw one beautiful eye; her long lashes flashed at him. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him. It was a game they played often.

  He looked down from her face. He could see that she was naked. However, she was cleverly standing at an angle, careful not expose herself. Between the door frame and the door a strip of skin extended from her thigh up to her face. He could see her hip bone and stomach. He could see her ribs and the skin at the side of her breast, the top of her shoulder and her neck.

  He noticed that the safety latch was on the door. It prevented him from getting at her.

  With his heart pounding, he stood waiting for her to move. She didn't flinch. His mouth slowly turned into a smirk and then a smile. At this point, she new she had won. He raised his hand and quickly poked at the strip of exposed skin. She let out a little squeal and feigned a shocked look. She quickly shut the door, almost catching his finger. He heard the safety lock swing to the side. She made another wonderful sound from behind the door exposing her excitement.

  She opened the door and appeared wearing a short white robe. He expected her to be stark naked, but she must have slipped the robe on while the door was closed. He enjoyed her tease, and she enjoyed teasing him. He could see it in her eyes.

  She jumped at him, smiling and wrapping her hands around his neck. She was barefoot, which made her quite shorter than him. To maintain the hug she had to stand on her toes. She squeezed him hard. He held her and supported her weight. She smelled fantastic. She always did. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or her natural pheromones. Memories of her flooded his head.

  She pulled him into the room and the door swung shut behind them.

  He looked around the room. It was a typical hotel room. Big bed, bedside table, desk and chair. There was a hutch with a large TV. Above the bed there was the standard, ugly, framed painting. This one was of a tropical beach - crashing waves and swaying palm trees.

  He saw an open suitcase on the ground. Music was quietly playing from her phone on the bedside table. Next to her phone was a bag of candy. She was never far from a bag of candy.

  She looked freshly showered and made up as if planning to have a night out. She was naturally beautiful and only wore minimal makeup. Her hair was in a high ponytail and her bangs hung down into her eyes.

  She jumped around him like an excited child. She asked him a million rapid-fire questions. He did his best to answer, but she answered most of them herself. He was charmed by her energy and wanted to be closer to her.

  She told him to sit because she wasn't ready yet. He had forgotten they had made plans to eat. He wished that they could just blow off lunch and spend the afternoon here in the hotel room. Unbeknownst to him, she felt the same way.

  He kicked his shoes off and sat on the end of the bed. She had removed the comforter from the bed - a habit of hers since watching a news report on the cleanliness of hotel rooms.

  She walked past him to her suitcase in search of something. She bent over and rummaged inside. Her short robe rode up on the back of her legs. He watched attentively as the fabric stretched over her butt. He could see the backs of her thighs and almost the folds of her cheeks. He knew that she wasn't wearing underwear and hoped to catch a glimpse between her legs.

  She caught him looking and shyly grabbed the back of her robe, pulling it down. She found what she was looking for and popped back up. She was smiling and laughing. She playfully scolded him for being a pervert. Teasing him turned her on.

  He saw a small bag in her hands. He guessed it was her jewelry bag. She walked past him towards the bathroom. As she did, she touched the side of his face and dragged her fingers along his chin. He hadnt shaved in a few days and his face was rough with stubble. It was the length that she liked on him.

  He took it as a signal for him to follow her. She walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He followed her, but stopped in the doorway and lean on the door frame.

  She continued to chat with him while examining the contents of the bag. He looked her up and down. He focused on her legs. She shifted her weight on to her right foot, lifting the heel and slightly bending the knee of her left leg. Her muscles looked firm and her skin looked soft and smooth. He imagined her smooth skin on his face.

  They looked at each other and talked through their reflections in the mirror. She pulled some earrings from the bag and held them up to her ear. She wasn't satisfied and put them back into the bag. She pulled out another pair and modeled them for him. He shook his head. She pouted and dropped them back into the bag.

  He walked over to her and positioned himself directly behind her. She watched him in the mirror. He was taller than her so she could see his face looking down a the back of her head. He looked up in the mirror and saw her looking back at him. She felt her body tingle with anticipation. He reached his arms around her. She felt her heart pound and she inhaled deeply. She imagined him pulling off her robe and grabbing her naked flesh.

  Instead, he reached passed her. He reached into her little bag and grabbed a pair of earrings.

  He enjoyed teasing her too.

  She smirked and relaxed knowing that she had been momentarily beaten at her own game. He smiled back at her and lifted an earring to her left ear. She tilted her head and he brushed a few fly-away hairs behind her ear He then dangled the earring near her lobe so she could see what it would look like on her. She examined herself in the mirror and nodded her head in approval. He slipped the wire through the hole in her ear. A man had never done that for her before. The feeling of the wire sliding slowly through the hole made her shiver.

  He grabbed the other earring and placed it gently on her other ear. Her body tingled. She was turned on and wanted him.

  She spun and pulled him to her. Their bodies pressed together at the hips. She felt that he was also turned on.

  They looked at each other and felt their hearts beating faster. She pulled her lower lip in to her mouth and licked it. She transferred the moisture to her upper lip and slightly opened her mouth. It made her mouth irresistible and she knew it. He couldn't take the tension anymore and kissed her.

  They kissed like teenagers.

  She pushed off the counter and turned his back to the door. They continued to kiss. She guided him backward through the doorway towards the bed. She was in control and he was at her whim. At the end of the bed she kissed him hard and pushed him. He fell onto the bed surprised and a little unsure of his position.

  She pounced on him, making the bed bounce. She slid up on hi
s body, grabbing his hair and pressing her lips against his. Their tongues wrestled in their wet mouths.

  She wanted to feel his skin, so she reached her hands up, under his shirt. He wriggled and allowed her to pull the shirt off, over his head and arms. She threw the shirt over her shoulder.

  He had soft skin and there was no hair on his chest. She placed her hands on his chest and felt his muscles. Her hands were a little cold, probably caused by her slightly nervous, aroused state.

  She kissed his chest and stomach. He lifted his head and shoulders from the bed to watch her. As he did, his lower abdominal muscles tightened. She looked at the lines disappearing down into his jeans. She saw a trail of hair start from below his belly button and disappear below the waist of his belted jeans.

  She grabbed the front of his pants with both hands. He fingers were tucked under the waistline of his underwear, against his skin. Her cold fingers felt good against his warm skin and he breathed in. Showing her eagerness, she yanked down on his jeans. The jeans moved about an inch exposing a slight tan line and more hair. She could see that the hair was short and trimmed. She buried her face in the skin below his belly button. She kissed and licked her way back up to his chest.

  She straddled him and looked down at him. He could see her knees and the lower part of her thighs on each side of him. He wanted to see her body, but it was still covered by the robe. He imagined her bare pussy hovering over him, hot and wet, inches from his crotch.

  He reached for the lapels of her robe. He planned to pull the robe open and expose her chest. But, she anticipated his impulse and was ready for him.

  She caught his hands as they moved towards the robe. She held his wrists and pinned his arms to the bed on either side of his head. He struggled playfully and she held him firmly. She taunted him for failing at his plan. She laughed at him and teased him for being beaten.